[Entertainment] Chen Guang

That day Fang Shihe mysteriously called Song Zechen to the office, and the setting sun outside the window shone in, adding a bit of hazy atmosphere to the room.

Fang Shihe winked in such an atmosphere, trying to make an expression that could show his sincerity and seriousness:

"Zechen, I decided to move the company and change the address."

"Why?"

Song Zechen asked back, although his company is small and broken, but after staying for a long time, he still developed unusual feelings.

Besides, where did they get the money, the company's financial loopholes have only been filled.

Fang Shihe continued to wink and wink, looking extraordinarily wicked:

"A master stopped me that day and said that something must be wrong with my frowning brows. He also said that he was sure, knowing that I would not be very successful after I came out to start a business."

Song Zechen almost spit out a sip of tea, he swallowed it hard, coughed a few times before recovering, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Uncle, have you met a liar? Anyone in our company will know if you search the Internet casually."

"Hey! How do you talk, kid!"

Fang Shihe didn't like it, as long as we knew what happened to the street in our hearts, why would you say it if you have nothing to do, it hurts so much.

"My master and I hit it off right away, and we had a great conversation."

"The master came to our company for a while and said that our company's bad feng shui has affected the company's business, and told us to move if we can."

Song Zechen distorted his face for a moment, trying to manage his expression online, he calmly reflected on why the people around him have always used the ability to make him speechless recently, and the skill that has kept him calm for many years is always on the verge of breaking his skills.

Why are all of them so poisonous?

"Uncle, wake up, go home and find out your Seoul National University diploma and read it silently three times: 'I am a student of Seoul National University, I love science, and I advocate truth'. Then throw this idea into the trash can and wash it away Sleep well? Believe me, tomorrow will be a good day."

"How about that, the location of my new company is already under discussion."

Fang Shihe waved his hand, and decided to play tricks and ignore Song Zechen's opinion.

"Where did you get the money?"

"I took out all the money I spent on eating, and it's considered weight loss!"

Fang Shihe clenched his fist, this time his sacrifice was too great, he couldn't believe it, this time they fought so badly like last year.

Song Zechen drank the tea in the teacup silently, and he might not be able to drink such good tea when he comes to Fang Shihe's office next time.Glancing at someone who was alone in self-movement, his left eyelid twitched several times.

The left eye jumps money, is it really good luck to move?

Song Zechen deeply spurned himself who was also led astray.

Am I going to be toxic too?

"Stop playing, you guys, the more you clean up, the more 'messy' you get."

Kim Seok-jin stepped forward hoping to stop Kim Tae-joo, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jung-guk, who had been taking the opportunity to play around since they were packing up, and sprinkled water everywhere.

"Aze help me tidy up." Tian Zhengguo smiled, with a proud expression of "I have Zechen and nothing to worry about".

"Zechen knows how to spoil you!" Jin Shuozhen deliberately shouted this sentence in the direction of Song Zechen, hoping that someone would stop doting on the maknae.

Song Zechen had noticed the movement here a long time ago. Hearing this, he turned his head to this place. He happened to meet Tian Zhengguo's gaze. He smiled brightly, his dark eyes filled with tenderness.Tian Zhengguo also responded with a bright smile, and the whole scene was as beautiful as a romantic scene in a Korean drama.

Jin Shuozhen, who had witnessed everything, angrily threw down the rag in his hand:? ? ?Dog man man! ! !

"Nanjun, be careful not to break things again." Min Yunqi stared at Jin Nanjun in fear, fearing that his younger brother's destructive attribute would suddenly come online.

"Brother Nanjun, here are all the charging treasures we gave you!" Park Jimin moved away from the sofa.

As a heavy mobile phone addict, Jin Nanjun always holds a mobile phone in his hand. One of the direct consequences is that the power consumption is fast.On average, each member gave him a power bank, but he was so forgetful that he forgot which corner he was thrown in after a while.

"Really? Oh, I'm sorry."

Jin Nanjun scratched his head in embarrassment when he heard it.

"Our house is really dilapidated, and there are traces of repairs everywhere." Min Yunqi looked at the chair in front of him, crooked nails were scattered all over, and he knew it was his own handwriting at a glance.

He and Song Zechen are in charge of maintenance in the dormitory, but Song Zechen is much more enthusiastic about decoration than he is, and strives to restore the broken things perfectly every time, unlike him who just dealt with things casually.But after finding out that he had an injury on his shoulder, Song Zechen took his job and stopped him from doing these things.

"Nan Jun, what is so precious in your hand, you walk like an old lady."

"The birthday present that Zechen gave me before, don't break it." Jin Nanjun tensed his nerves, fearing that it would have the same tragedy as the things he had before.

"what is it?"

"A handmade crystal ball with a rose in it."

Soon several heads gathered around, staring at the thing in Jin Nanjun's hand.

"I want to see."

"No." Jin Nanjun refused without hesitation.

Pu Jimin curled his lips and ran to Song Zechen's side: "Zechen, I also want a crystal ball."

"No."

"why!"

"Because everyone's gift is unique, it would be boring to repeat it."

Song Zechen smiled and refused.

"Although my brother's birthday is still far away, I have already thought about what to give."

"really?"

Park Jimin was so excited that he was about to jump up.

Every time Song Zechen sends them gifts, they are always the closest and most suitable. People in the company complained that "all of Song Zechen's romantic cells are spent on writing songs, teammates, and fans." He began to look forward to his birthday coming soon .

"Ah."

"Do you remember when ayosuga first came here three years ago?"

Jin Nanjun, who was sweeping the floor, suddenly made an impromptu start.

"Okay, that's it for the new album's song." Min Yunqi clapped his hands to interrupt Jin Nanjun's rap.

"What?" Jin Nanjun didn't realize what happened before.

"Don't you want to write a song? Just write a song with the content of moving. I already have a melody in my mind. How do you say that moving in English?" Min Yunqi was very sloppy, proud of the whimsy of Daegu's genius .

"moving on." Zheng Haoxi raised his hand to show that he can do this question himself.

"That's enough, that's it." Min Yunqi was very happy that he had solved a task, and happily hummed a ditty.

"How many times have your songs been called back recently?"

Song Zechen immediately understood that it was probably Fang Shihe who made Min Yunqi so irritable and aggressive.

"Twenty times." Min Yunqi took a deep breath.

"It's okay, I'm more than you, thirty times, last time he directly scolded me for my insanity, every day he sees my face handing in the music, he almost throws up." Song Zechen comforted him with his own experience .

Of course, after Fang Shihe said these words, every time Song Zechen went to turn in the music, he would wear a mask to see him. He floated into Fang Shihe's office on time and reported for duty, and walked out of the door and took off his mask to reveal himself. Smiling face.

Change your face every time you go, and make sure that Fang Shihe can have a different mood every day.

It wasn't until Fang Shihe painfully expressed that he had said something wrong, that Song Zechen's face was unparalleled in heaven and earth, he would never get tired of looking at it, and begged him to raise his hand and stop scaring the elderly with these grimaces, Song Zechen remained calm give up.

I'm sorry, but the word "admit defeat" does not exist in my life dictionary, and the word "revenge" is capitalized next to it.

Min Yunqi's mood really improved a lot.

“I find square pdnim the closest”

Jin Nanjun joined the ranks of the discussion, pointing to his head while talking, the connotation of which is self-evident.

Is there something wrong with his mind?

"His entire net worth is spent on our comeback, please be more considerate of him."

Song Zechen "cut in" a sentence, Fang Shihe has almost been in a state of berserk recently, he held his breath and hoped that he could be proud, and he was inevitably strict.

Kim Tae-jung and Tian Zhengguo picked up the broom and staged a martial arts scene with each other, coaxing you to sing and I will come on stage. The plot seemed to progress until Tian Zhengguo was stabbed by Jin Tae-guo and fell to the ground, twitching and refusing to get up.Park Jimin, who was watching, laughed so hard that he lay on the sofa and couldn't stand up.The older brothers watched the show dotingly, and lamented how cute the youngsters are.

Song Zechen half-kneeled on the ground, smiled and listened to these noises, and folded clothes one by one, slowly, like treating a precious work of art.

In fact, he was stalling for time. For some reason, he didn't particularly want to leave here.

Nostalgia.

Probably this kind of emotion spread in his heart, which gave him the idea that he could delay for a moment.

"Let's go."

Zheng Haoxi packed the last piece of luggage and called everyone to leave together.

"You go first, I still have some things to fix, I'll close the door last." Song Zechen asked them to take their suitcases downstairs to the moving company first, hoping to stay longer.

But when the things are always packed, I put a photo frame of them together into the school bag.

Song Zechen held the doorknob and turned back to stare at this room, where he huddled on the small sofa and rubbed medicinal wine countless times, stood in the distance every evening overlooking the traffic flow after get off work, dazedly touched in the middle of the night. 』Going out of the room to drink water, seeing off the trainees one by one and ushering in the important ones one by one.

With a yellowish hue, his hair has also turned into an impure brown.

There was dust floating in the air, he stretched out his hands and made a gesture of a picture frame, freezing an old photo.

Click, the last photo.

"Let's go."

Jin Taiyi suddenly appeared and grabbed Song Zechen's wrist, dragging him forward.

"What will the new home look like? If it's smaller than it is now, we'll steal all of Fang pdnim's snacks, it's too much for us..."

new home.

Although new, it is still a home.

Jin Taiyi was still chattering, Song Zechen suddenly laughed, held Jin Taiyi's palm with his backhand, and led him to run, they quickly caught up with the other people who were walking in front, and blended into the team with them Hook shoulders.

The setting sun stretched their shadows very long.

"Why are you so slow?"

"Can't you wait for us?"

"Aren't you waiting?"

Song Zechen squinted his eyes and listened contentedly, turned his head and said goodbye to the house that had been with them for three years in the dusk, and his house for six years, and waved vigorously:

Goodbye on the third floor of Lunhyeon-dong.